The Nightjar

The nightjar carries it lightlyBut the world’s heavy as a lamp in a gale.I watched it move through the olives and the hush,Over rooftops, stones, and cragged hills,Unclenched as it glistens in the gloam,Indifferent, sonorous, and true. As I write, a fly has drownedIn my jar of pungent lit wax,Its carcass still dancing from its […]